Blood Mountain's guestbook.
Konstanse looked like a bitch already as a nine year old.
Konstanse's birth certificate. Right foot eight cm.
Left foot: Five cm.
The killer left footprints of different sizes on the scene.
The lady who walks, but who is the red king?
Let's down to the investigation room and finish this.
Cris is Konrad's son. He's working with Konstanse.
He is the Red King.
Konstanse saw us with the guestbook. They know we have busted them.
There! Take it.
Freeze!
Whoa. She can walk?
My, how nice. A Christmas miracle.
It's time for you to know how everything is connected.
I have just left behind the hardest case I've ever had.
There is no doubt that it is Cris Soot and Konstanse Soot–
- who are behind the bestial murders.
How am I so sure? Mrs. wheelchair can suddenly walk.
That's no miracle. It's a pure scam.
We found these in several places.
Footprints from one person with two different shoe sizes.
I ask you to take a look at Konstanse's feet.
Two different shoe sizes.
What about Cris?
He stole Mrs. Rogne's universal key. We knew that.
It wasn't until we found this that things started to get interesting.
It was easy to match the handwriting with an Easter greeting in the guestbook -
–Signed Cris Soot.
Why threaten Timian?
Because Timian was in possession of something Cris-
- did not want to see the light of day.
This is the family tree.
Konrad had an unknown child.
Who?
The lord with the ugly velor jacket.
Konrad never recognized Cris as his son -
- and would share the inheritance with us.
But in Cris's sick mindset, he is entitled to the entire inheritance alone.
So he killed other heirs,
- but he needed a partner.
Who was better than his wheelchair-abusing grandmother?
Brilliant, Cris. But brilliant enough to fool Svein Soot?
The answer is obvious: No!
I'm not a killer!
I can tell you everything, Svein!
-Don't say anything! - We wanted our part.
We weren't going to take everything. I swear.
You guys are off the rails.
Konrad had a son, but he never saw the light of day.
He lost it with his wife.
Since then he has been lonely and abandoned.
The piece is missing because Konrad tore it to off.
You haven't understood anything, dear master brain.
What are you doing?
You are right.
We have been led astray.
Your shoes are different sizes, but your feet are the same.
How do you explain that, Konstanse Soot?
Or should I say Gudrun Flemmen?
Konstanse and Gudrun, Easter 1927.
Except for Konstanse's feet, the girls were like two drops of water.
But there was one more thing. I read:
"Unfortunately, Gudrun suffered a fondue accident on Palm Sunday."
"She got burns on her throat."
"She's better now."
That's why you wanted to burn the guestbook.
It was the only proof that you were called Gudrun,
- and has stolen Konstanse's identity.
Neither you nor your grandson Cris–
- are rightful heirs to Konrad's assets.
I don't understand.
Gudrun, would you explain?
For that we need to go far back in time.
When the real Konstanse and I
- were students at Saint Svithun's School for Honorable Girls.
Two rich daughters who soon became best friends
But my family was bankrupt, and did everything to hide it
I realized that the road to poverty was short.
Then one day, when the school caught fire,
- you saw your chance to take over Konstanse's life.
I just had to wear two different shoes and respond to the name Konstanse.
The parents didn't care what she looked like
They didn't discover that another girl came home with them.
I had to learn to write left handed, play the piano,
–Play bridge, juggle, embroidery.
So many fucking hobbies that girl had.
You hoped that one day Soot's family wealth would be yours.
Time passed.
I had to do more and more not to be suspected.
Everyone in the Soot family has that gene fault.
Everyone needs a wheelchair by the age of 60.
Your only fear was that someone would discover that you were not Konstanse.
And that neither you nor your descendants were heirs.
Bravo. But we haven't killed anyone.
No? What about the footprints?
- Aren't they yours? -Yes.
Cris and I were usually around the murders but only because Konrad would not tell -
- where the guestbook was. It was to be kept hidden until Christmas Eve.
I literally had to walk over corpses to find it.
Cris stole the universal key, but that was also in the hunt for the guestbook.
Then why did you threaten Timian?
He discovered that I could walk.
If you tell anyone what you saw, -
- I'm going to melt your dinosaurs into a black little ball.
So it was the dinosaurs he hid in the box?
After you imprisoned him, we snuck in a warning.
By then he was still alive. We haven't killed anyone
All we wanted was to make sure—
- my life's work was not in vain.
- Nice to hear a family story. - I need a drink.
You may not be murderers, but you are not heirs either.
There won't be much champagne shooting from the asses -
- of your gay friends at the Grand Prix party now.
Cris is not an heir! Cris is not an heir!
What a great feeling! I haven't felt this good since the ensign-
- Sucked me dry in his tent in Kabul in the fall of 2007.
Damn! Cris is not an heir!
Of course. I have been married to a gay man for 23 years.
Yeah right?
Jack, can you listen to me a little?
We're divorced.
- Nothing can fix us. -What have I done?
You almost have to try to figure it out for yourself.
There will be no inheritance for you either then, Jackie boy.
This is not entirely correct, Cris.
A poorly kept secret -
- is that your father, Jack, had a relationship-
- with his best friend's wife. Namely, your mother, Liv.
So you're half-siblings.
Don't look so down, Jack. It means you're an heir after all.
If you'll excuse me, I'm going to take a hot bath.
Hey!
You are still very suspicious. Don't go anywhere.
Where would I go?
None of us can leave this place.
Konstanse?